1 86 Walks in New England 



bloom. The booming flight of the grouse breaks 

 on the ear like the very tone of the forests, and 

 squirrels, gray, red and striped, each in his indi 

 vidual way, whistles warning, as the alien foot of 

 man intrudes upon the solitudes. 



The earth is full of abounding life, life which 

 sleeps for a season, but doubts not for a moment 

 that it resumes and goes on, and is always to re 

 sume and go on. And so let us, the higher chil 

 dren of Nature, who have in sophisticated ways 

 lost our true birthright of her unity, think of our 

 selves, we, too, shall sleep, and awake, and re 

 sume, and go on, according to the divine spirit 

 within us, and within all. 



